She hummed and leaned against him, more possessive than being possessed. "Well, there's a Christian pregnant by a New God currently. From what I've seen the Christians aren't very fond of this situation. We might be able to exploit that somehow - encourage the Christians to act and cause a rift between them." Coyote reached up and pushed hair away from her face.
"The trick is," she said, glancing down at her nails for a moment and frowning at a chip in the green polish, "not to attack them directly right off the bat, but to get them from the inside. It won't be easy going through the so-called 'good' Christians, but the 'bad' ones seem fairly friendly with the Old Ones. And then it's never been difficult to elbow in with these children."
A pause and she looked up at Quetzalcoatl, "Darling," she said, sounding concerned, "I don't think everyone here is quite on the same page. Are there stragglers or someone who dares come here for reasons other than the collective good. I can feel them like a rock in my shoe." Her very lovely, very pointy shoes.